01-30-2006, 04:43 PM
Chicken story....
At age 16 I worked at a nameless Chicken Chain store. When we were hating life, like working until closing on a summer Saturday night, we would stuff a leg, under the skin, with pure flour. Then add it to the rest of the pieces for cooking. After it cooked it looked massive. I can only imagine the diner's expression when they chomped into that.
I regret it now, though.
At age 16 I worked at a nameless Chicken Chain store. When we were hating life, like working until closing on a summer Saturday night, we would stuff a leg, under the skin, with pure flour. Then add it to the rest of the pieces for cooking. After it cooked it looked massive. I can only imagine the diner's expression when they chomped into that.
I regret it now, though.